I am looking for a cloud
A green cloud that wipes my depression
Transports me
To my homeland's wilds
To lilies fields
Grants me
A butterfly, a star
A water drop drenches my thirst and a word
That the Tigris waters were muddy
And it flowed
To flood dams and villages
So, who is that?
Whose water bathes me?
Bury me under a palm tree's shadows
Chant me in a verse line after a thousand years
That my homeland is distant
And these dusky nights disunite us
Ink and papers as well
And the wall of longings …